Fighter | Supernatural [1]

Chapter Nineteen

        After the mess that was Callum's nightmare, Dean decided it was best not to bring the six year old along to talk to Craig, the boy who convinced his friends to go to the Murdoch House.

But this time, Callum didn't feel up to using his powers. He just spent the time watching Harry Potter, waiting on his father returning.

As he watched Harry fight the dragon, the sound of fluttering wings filled the room for a moment, causing Callum to turn and look to his right, where Aarin was now sat. Surprisingly, Callum didn't jump for once. Mainly because he remembered the voices from the previous night. Nothing could scare him more than they did.

"Goblet of Fire. Good choice." Aarin grinned. "How've you been, Cal?"

"I heard voices last night." The boy told him, Aarin's grin disappearing. "They were angry. Looking for an abomination. Something called a Nephilim."

Aarin sighed, looking away for a moment before snapping his fingers, pausing the film on the TV.

"Guess I better explain, huh?" Aarin said, looking back at the small boy. "You are what is called a Nephilim. The offspring of an angel and a human. You were conceived whilst your mother was possessed, but she was herself when you were born. Your DNA is a mix of Dean and Morgan, but you also were gifted unique abilities. Michael and I are the only ones who know who you are, and we're keeping it that way in order to protect you."

"So, I'm half angel?" Callum questioned, earning a nod. "At least I'm not some freaky unknown monster like I thought. You should've just told me, though."

"I couldn't. Michael told me I couldn't unless you figured it out." Aarin explained.

"All right." Callum said softly. "Can you turn the film back on?" He asked softly, and Aarin snapped his fingers to unpause the film.

        A little while later, Sam returned whilst Dean went out to do something. Callum was onto Madagascar when Sam headed into the bathroom for a shower.

And a couple minutes after that, Dean entered the room, holding a finger to his lips to keep Callum quiet.

"Hey, I'm back." Dean shouted.

"Hey, where were you?" Sam asked as Dean held a packet labelled 'Itching Powder' up to Callum, whose eyes widened before grinning.

"Oh, I went out." Dean replied, grabbing Sam's underwear and pouring the powder over them.

"So, I think I might have a theory about what's going on." Sam told them.

"Oh, yeah?" Dean asked as he finished pouring, tossing the packet into the trash.

"Yeah, what if Mordechai is a Tulpa?" Sam suggested.

"Tulpa?"

Sam walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, "Yeah, a Tibetan thought form."

"Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is." Dean said. "Hey, why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat."

Sam nodded, heading over to his bed to pick up his clothes before heading back into the bathroom, Dean sitting down next to Callum.

"He really should take his clothes into the bathroom when he showers." Callum said quietly to his father, who nodded in agreement. "He's gonna be mad, isn't he?"